Courtiers of the Dairy Queen

a poem about about a few poets who are dear to me

Remove the roof of the evening and we find them,

All these young people,

Dressed in smiles and cheap clothes 

bandying words,

 like paper airplanes across the table

Call me clever, ask me where I got my shoes, will it rain again tomorrow?

All these lonesome fools, 

Meeting manoverboard eyes,

Casting for glances, the lifepreserver pressure of the hand

To be touched to be seen to be heard

They drink each other, larger than life, breaths expanding the room

Or afterwards,

they drink themselves smaller

alone in smuggled bottles

catch smoke tides,

Waft themselves above the cold places they have made or been given

Fleeting and too keen,

All these adrift children

Sparkling in the late fluorescence

Ask me when last I was high,

High on hope, or happiness, or the fact of being truly known

Or leave that unsaid,

For tonight is a night for well written lines

Truths escorted by dainty, pretty lies

in dancing shoes

Tonight they are writing so as to be alive,

So as to give themselves away

So as to discover, unwitting, the secrets of the heart,

And, in so doing

Be, for a moment 

Alight, 

and incorruptible.

Author's Note

The words without spaces are on purpose.
As always, any thoughts are welcome. Thank you!

Reviews

[NotAboutMe]

No Doubt there are poets who are dear to you. It looks like you've spent a great deal of time gazing into the poetry pond; with now reflects in your writing.

[R. Goebel]

Thank you :)